Phantoms of the Night
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Breathing the fog that is rising from the depths of Carpathian tombs
In the middle of this evil land, in Transylvania's very womb
Taught to bring tragedy to everyone I see
Born under a bad moon, I was raised by Misery
All beauty I must destroy
All the pleasure is pain
And all the love I turn to hate
Drinking the blood that is pouring from that sweet, milk-white neck
Deep inside I may be crying, but it's nothing I will regret
Another one I've cursed to forever walk alone
Another one like me, with a heart as cold as stone
And death walks by my side
Crimson is my wake
And all life I end
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